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Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Knocking on 30's door

I feel, as a responsible blogger, that I have an obligation to clear up some confusion, in case you thought yesterday was my birthday based on my post. Believe me, friends, you will be hearing much about my birthday in the coming weeks. The thought for yesterday's post came from a conversation with Jen during a run, where we said that mothers should be celebrated every day, not just on Mother's Day, for pushing something that big out of a hole that small. So no, it wasn't my birthday. I, in fact, turn 30 on June 17, and I'm starting to feel a little apprehensive already.

You see, I had a list of 30 things to do before I turned 30. Somewhere in the purchase of several new computers along the way, I misplaced my list, but several of my unaccomplished goals are still occupying quite a bit of space in the back of my mind. Because, as of yet, I have not run a marathon (only a few half-marathons), become the first woman president of the United States (Sarah Palin, I'm coming for you... although the age requirement is 35... but who wouldn't make an exception for someone as fabulous as I?), written and published a bestselling book, become the editor of my own magazine, or secured a recording contract. See how I might be feeling a little less than prepared for this milestone?

Someone told me that 30 is the new 20, and I'm just going to go with that and say I have another decade to complete my tasks. And aside from that, I've also surprised myself by finding and marrying the most wonderful man alive, earning two degrees and multiple certifications, starting and leaving one career (teaching) and beginning a whole new one (mommyhood!), taking up soccer in an almost entirely Hispanic women's league, transforming into a spiritual amazon warrior princess, creating the most perfect child ever born, and becoming a person that I actually like (now that's huge). Wow. I just impressed myself! Maybe 30 isn't all that bad?